Afterlife // Violate fan fiction \\

Chapter 14

VIOLETS POV

It felt good being able to laugh and have fun again. Ever since all of this shit happened it seemed like fun wasn't possible anymore.

"Tate, have you ever just sat up on the roof?" I asked him.
"Well duh, we do it all the time." He laughed at me.
"No, just stare at the stars." I pushed him.
"We have stars right here." He said pointing to the ceiling.
"The real stars." I said staring at him with a smirk.
"I want to go back to the beach again." He said taking a swig of the wine he had in the closet.
"Me too. But hey! We're dead!" I said jumping up and dancing.

"Maybe Constance will take us?" He said cowering.
"Remember, we can't even leave. Even with a person who is alive." I said. "You tried to leave with Michael."
"Well fuck." He laughed.

We heard a knock at the door.
Tate jumped up and looked out the window.

His face turned white and he ran out of my room.
I ran out after him.

He jumped down the stairs and to the door.

He opened it and we seen Constance and a little boy.

Tate's son.

TATES POV

"What the hell do you want Constance?" I asked gripping onto the door handle.

Constance walked from the door into the kitchen lighting a cigarette in sitting Michael down.

"He asked about his mother and father." She said. "Here they are."
She pointed to me and Violet.

"I'm not his father. And Violet is not his mother." I said standing my ground. "Now leave."

Constance got up and left with Michael.

I quickly got up and grabbed her arm.

"Take him to the foster home." I said squeezing her arm tightly. "hell, he will have a better chance of living there than with you."

She slapped me.

"It's your fathers fault that you're so fucked up." she covered Michaels little ears.

"No. It's your fault. All you ever did was sit around. Sleep. Drink. Get high. You were never a mother." I said slamming the door in her old wrinkled face.

I walked back to Violet as she pulled me into a comforting hug.

"Was that... my baby?" I turned to see Vivian with tears in her eyes.

"Mom." Violet ran over to hug her mom.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Harmon. I can't take care of him. When I see his little face, I think of the awful thing I did to you." I felt my eyes weld up with tears.

"Tate. It's okay." Vivian said pulling me into a hug.

She would have done great with John and Michael if they were all still alive. Again. My fault.

"Thanks for being my family." I whispered to Vivian and Violet.

"Thanks for being that son I never had." Vivian said kissing my head.

I guess I was part of the Harmon family.

VIOLETS POV

I walked Tate back up to the old bedroom.

"As far as my mom goes. You're part o the family." I said kissing Tate's red nose.

"I'm so thankful to finally be accepted somewhere." He said plopping himself on the bed.

Tate was an outcast. The one you see sitting alone. He was that 'I'm-lonely-but-a-charming-psychopath-person'.

I didn't care what he was as long as he was mine.

"What do you want to do?" I asked him plopping myself next to him.
"I don't know." He said looking at me.
His face quickly lit up as he jumped up pulling my hand with him.

He ran to the hallway and pulled the string leading to the attic.

He ran up the latter with me closely behind.

"Beau?" He asked as the small red ball came rolling towards me.

We taught Beau a few words. But only words with one or two syllables.
Words like: Hello, food, bed simple stuff.

"Violet did you know, he's my brother?" Tate asked my smiling as he rolled the small red ball.

"No. I thought he was just a poor soul trapped in this house." I said as beau came out from all of the boxes.

"Constance drank and smoked a lot when she was pregnant with him. He died at a young age." He said. "He was twelve years old. I was only five at the time."

You could tell in Tate's eyes that he loved Beau. He loved Addy too.

"Then Addy died." He said wiping a tear. "Halloween, we'll be able to see her again."

"Didn't Constance get her to the lawn?" I asked getting up. "Maybe she's there."

Tate quickly got up taking my hand as we said goodbye to beau.

We walked down the thin stairs as we closed the latch of the attic.
We walked out into the lawn to see Addy playing with flowers.

She turned her head to see us and ran up to Tate hugging him.

"Tate!" She yelled as he tightly wrapped her with his arms. "I miss you a lot. Now we are here together."
"I know!" Tate said laughing. "I missed you too Addy."
"VIOLET!" She yelled running to me. "Look! I was a pretty girl!"

My eyes welted up with tears.

She was already beautiful.

// BRUH. Short and horrible chapter woot woot! ADDY IS BACK! She was one of my favorites and I had to bring her back into the story. Has anyone ever wondered who Constances fourth kid was? She said she had four in murder house but you only see beau,tate, and addy. Hmm maybe I'll make up the fourth one. 🌚 okay wellll sorry for not updating like usual I was busy. Byeeee\\